They bump into each other outside of the warehouse, the impact making them stumble. Lincoln blurts, “I thought you were dead,” dumbstruck. Jane grumbles that if she hears that again, she’s going to hit someone. Hard.

Their shoulders bump into each other’s when they duck in a dark corner. Their noses bump into each other’s when they kiss. Her thigh definitely bumps into something down there. Before he’s realized it, he’s bumping thrusting into her.

No head butts. No split lips. A few scratches.

Later, to Michael who squints quizzically, he explains, “This is Jane. I bumped into her outside.”

*g* I intented to write something a bit more serious but well... I needed a change of mood after the last set of drabbles. Not to mention that Lincoln and Jane wouldn't behave, which was not a surprise.